The praise bestowed was just and wise, So the best courser on the plain THE MODERN PATRIOT. REBELLION is my theme all day; I only wish 'twould come (As who knows but perhaps it may?) 15 20 Though some folks can't endure them, Who say the mob are mad outright, And that a rope must cure them. ΙΟ 15 เก 20 THE NIGHTINGALE AND GLOWWORM. A rope! I wish we patriots had Such strings for all who need 'em- 5 THE NIGHTINGALE AND GLOWWORM. A NIGHTINGALE, that all day long 5 ΤΟ 15 20 25 That brother should not war with brother, 30 The gifts of Nature and of Grace. Those Christians best deserve the name Who studiously make peace their aim; 35 Peace, both the duty and the prize Of him that creeps and him that flies.. THE DOVES. REASONING at every step he treads, While meaner things, whom instinct leads, BURNING OF LORD MANSFIELD'S LIBRARY. "When lightnings flash among the trees, Or kites are hovering near, "'Tis then I feel myself a wife, And press thy wedded side, 'But oh! if, fickle and unchaste, (Forgive a transient thought) Thou couldst become unkind at last, 30 'No need of lightnings from on high, 35 Thus sang the sweet sequestered bird, And I recorded what I heard, A lesson for mankind. ON THE BURNING OF LORD MANSFIELD'S LIBRARY, TOGETHER WITH HIS MSS. BY THE MOB, IN THE MONTH OF JUNE, 1780. So then-the Vandals of our isle, 40 And Murray sighs o'er Pope, and Swift, Their pages mangled, burnt, and torn, But ages yet to come shall mourn The burning of his own. ON THE SAME. WHEN Wit and Genius meet their doom In all-devouring flame, They tell us of the fate of Rome, And bid us fear the same. O'er Murray's loss the Muses wept, They felt the rude alarm, Yet blessed the guardian care that kept There Memory, like the bee that's fed The quintessence of all he read Had treasured up before. 5 ΙΟ 5 ΙΟ The lawless herd, with fury blind, Have done him cruel wrong; The flowers are gone-but still we find 15 ON A GOLDFINCH, STARVED TO DEATH IN HIS CAGE. TIME was when I was free as air, 5 |